If this thread doesn’t die soon, I may have to resort to a very low-down, immoral, and in every way wrong thread killing tactic. I don’t want to do this, but I will if I have to.
Attention:
I have posted now.
This thread may die.
Thank you for your support.
I’d like to remind you Kenny:
No matter what your plot turns out to be
I won’t allow this here thread
To be killed outright dead
Without verses of bad poetry
This is a great day for me.
I’m done my last essay, you see.
This gives me more time
To post this new rhyme
And keep this thread open (for free.)
Inky, by now it is clear
Of our poems this thread has no fear
we can rhyme till we’re blue
but molost they wont do
If I’m wrong then I’ll buy you a beer
Limericks have failed
Poems may still be the way
With different syntax
I did like your haiku, Barabbas.
But of this thread, you will not rob us!
I could say more, you know,
But I’ve gotta go.
I must cook the pot roast for Shabbos.
What happened? I thought this thread was dead.
Awright! Where is it? Here it is! OK, I’m pullin’ the plug
This thread that is rapidly dropping
Will descend, I fear, without stopping
Unless someone like me
Bumps it, you see
And then, once again, it goes topping
Am I allowed out of my room yet? 
Talkingsquirrel, I thought you had vanished!
Who told you that you had been banished?
Your still welcome here
for the end now draws near
for this thread well deserves to be,…(Umm)…Fanished?
Just wanted to READ this here Thread
When I found myself posting instead!
I’ll check back in a while
(he said with a sly smile)
I sure hope it ain’t gonna be dead!
For you see I was reading abouts
Aha’s getting greetings and shouts
So I added my post
With a similar boast
And the next thing I know it was out!
So I warn all of those who read here
My desire to molost ain’t sincere
For my humor may slip
and I’m not quite so hip
But I don’t want threads to dis-appear!
This thread has grown quite long,
And killing it would not be wrong.
Sacrificial moloster let me be,
By no one posting after me.
View my post but don’t reply,
Or this thread might never die.
If not a reply to make
This habit I would have to break
To reply to this little string
That has as meaning quite nothing.
Limericks are past, though, now.
Rhyming couplets drive my plough.
I’m out of limericks for the moment, so I’ll sing you this country song I just thought of.
<clears throat>
My wiiife left me for a jerk with more moneyyyy
Took my kids and my dog and my truuuuck
Now I’m sittin’ at home by myself all alone
And, Lord, I sure do miss that truuuuck
<bows, and tried not to hit head on guitar>
Hey MysterEcks:
What happens if you play a country song backwards?
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.
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The guy gets his wife back, his dog back, his truck back…
This sure is fun!! 
ya know i just thought of somethin…euty could be the last poster if he wanted too…all he has to do is post somethin then close off the thread… that would be bad…no more fun for us
shhhhhh no one tell him 
My lips are sealed.
dum de dum
hmmmm hmm hm hmmmm.
la de da.
What, you’re still here? Go home! It’s over!
Hey Green Bean:
What really happens if you play a country song backwards is that you can hear the subliminal message that subverts the youth of our nation:
“Watch reruns of HeeHaw…watch reruns of HeeHaw…watch reruns of HeeHaw…”